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Deep in the Verdant Wildwood
He is the river swimmer, sleek as a brown river otter
plunging into the depths of cold murky waters,
he sits with patience waiting,
on the sandy pebbled shore
in quivering evening light.
Sparkling magic flashes from afar
deep in the verdant wildwood.
She, the elusive nymph comes for
she is the woman lit by fireflies
a tearful moonlight rendezvous
and together they roam
where their hearts belong
here, where the wild things are until
a watercolor dawn spills over the horizon
when he will return to the heart of the cold river
And she to the waiting arms of the dark forest.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note:
Today at the garden, Magaly has asked us to write a poem that includes three book titles. The three book titles I chose are:
- The River Swimmer by Jim Harrison
- The Woman Lit By Fireflies by Jim Harrison
- Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge 1 Poem, 3 Titles
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I love this rendezvous, I can see their images “in quivering evening light”.
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Thank you!
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To light spirits roam through stars…beautiful
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Thank you Susie!
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“here, where the wild things are until / a watercolor dawn spills over the horizon”. These lines read like the most beautiful sunrise ever!
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Thank you so much Magaly!
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This is incredibly gorgeous, Linda! ❤️ I especially love; “a watercolor dawn spills over the horizon.” 😀
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Thank you Sanaa!❤️
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It feels like a scene from a pre-Raphaelite painting rendered in words.
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Thank you!
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Oh, those titles so lend themselves to this lovely wildwood scenario.
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Thank you Rosemary!
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Lovely Lynda. These two souls of the river and forest meeting. The titles are seamless and beautiful in this poem. You quietly rocked the prompt
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Thank you so much Toni.
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So very lovely.
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Thank you!
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reads almost like a myth. Enjoyed “Watercolor dawn…”
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Thank you Margaret!
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I N S P I R I N G
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Thank you!
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Great poem!! Really loved your phrase – Watercolor Dawn!! I’ve collected it as a seed of inspiration!!!
Xoxoxo
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Wonderful- happy to hear. 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Such mesmerising poetry. Loved it.
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Thank you kindly. Appreciate you stopping by.
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